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Satish Verma, 27 june 2020
In Moonscape
A streak of sin was
always there, when I looked
at you in brief encounters.
Cathartic.
I would not kiss the
eyes of a viper.
The giver was insane.
A bane of togetherness.You
were getting pheromones all the time.
Parenting was difficult.
Now as the holy month starts.
You were always near the moon.
In golden sunset,
I will prepare my elegy.
The flames were always green.
With the relapse of grief,
drums sounded loud.
Satish Verma, 26 june 2020
The Claudication
Is raining. Since night.
You have no claim on
dry lips. Wry stance. The
city walks slowly. Wasted
faces. You want to kill
the words, the profanities.
Want to unwrap the knife.
I don't need any flowers.
Always making faces. Too
Many boats in the sea of eyes.
Rowing, arowing. I am
Afraid. The fast currents. And
then my shirt becomes stained.
Dirty words.
You reach the bottom. The
terrible depth. Digging up
my body. Even my hands
become shovels. Slowly
I erase my name on the sand.
The sea has divided us.
Satish Verma, 25 june 2020
Let's Decide
Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep
till dawn.
The spirit of the tree
comes down to
wake up the sage.
It spills the light
for a troubled window
cracked by hail.
A drenched house
of words
becomes pale, page by page.
I do not know
how to tell the story
of two bats which flew without wings.
Renato N. Mascardo, 24 june 2020
Poems on Virtues 2
in praise of humor
so Job
was put to the
test this just and blameless
man disaster struck not once not
twice but
countless
times he lost
his wealth loved ones friends and
wealth yet he persevered and he
endured
his faith
unbending in
the midst of his sadness
and despair he battled on day
after
day a
serious man of
virtues of fortitude
gratitude fidelity and
patience
for want
of humor a
risible virtue the
holy man sank into deep
despair
armed with
humor he could
have grasped the absurd
in the morass of affliction
and said
“my body sores are many and really bad
but if yours are worse then you are dead”
renato
wednesday 24 june 2020
Satish Verma, 24 june 2020
Aham Asmi, I Am I Am
Night melts into tears
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
I was a lake
and I was the sun.
I held you on to my breast.
Give me your fangs
and give me your venom.
I was blue and I am the death.
Centuries of wounds
and million of scars.
Silence of sky
and lull in the clouds.
I am the fire
and I am the gale.
Satish Verma, 23 june 2020
Ink Fall
Snakebitten
you raise your hand:
not to strike back,
but to salute the pain.
Weaving the aurora of stainless performance
of inevitable.
Not going to change my path.
Gazing through years,
the fog, the hurts.
You were flame-born
in strong winds.
Father of woods,
the hunger was very faithful.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2020
Unmaking Me
I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
Want to write me off?
Loneliness.I
observe the hands of a watch,
looks like they are not moving.
Time stands still.
Waits for me to move.
An atavistic ache.Again I view the world.
Everybody is making a sound without bending.
With dreams dead, I step into emptiness,
barefoot, to feel the earth.
Not going to quit,
free to kill my ghost,
I move into sunlight.
Satish Verma, 21 june 2020
Brilliant Stroke
Unstable like a mercury
drop, when you hold
a pen, hiding your
icy thoughts.
Like an archer, ready
to abandon the bow, without
shooting at the target.
The bull's eye was a
blue rose, sitting in the dark
niche, afraid of light.
In synesthesia, of
nights assault, you fume
and sizzle, when the dew
drops hit you.
You will not give the name
of slayer, who killed you with a smile.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2020
Self-Righteousness
Put a candle under
the rose bush.
I am going to draw blood
from the moon.
See my body has become
a boat and you are the sea.
I am an opus Dei
and you are my deity.
We mist and we rain
on our frailties. The drama
unfolds, when we grieve
for the butterflies.
Who was taller than
our sins? Like pixies
falling from the skies.
Satish Verma, 19 june 2020
This Was Cobra Night
O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung.
One day I will track down your footmarks.
Last night I understood
the unholy drowning of the truth,
before the priests of innocent surrender.
Jealousy was the secret of
downfall.You can use the parenthesis now
to defend the corporate
blunders.
Politics has become a
grammar to cheat the morphology
of gospels.
Do not go like naked truth
in the crowd.I wanted back
my eyebaths to see clearly.
The gap between the lips
was widening..
Renato N. Mascardo, 18 june 2020
Poems on Virtues 1
if you were a virtue
to be
simple is not
to be a simpleton
simplicity is just being
a grace
simplest
among virtues
it is light lucid clear
a part of all other major
virtues
encased
in occams blade
buried deep in genes and
epigenes it needs nurture to
be learned
unlike
the virtue of
generosity that
is dynamic it is one of
repose
opposed
to the vice of
duplicity it is
natural unselfconscious free
of the
lapse of
self absorption
a virtue of the intellect
of the
moral
of the spirit
to be simple is to
be devoid of complexity
it is
a state
of quiet ease
in just being without
pretense or dissimulation
nothing
else but
being simple
a virtue of
ease that is so exacting to
attain
i ask
if you were a
virtue what will you be
i say you are simplicity
my friend//
renato
wednesday 17 june 2020
(to Will Liao)
Satish Verma, 18 june 2020
Mammoth Blackness
You had left me reeling
under the bluebells,
like a trembling leaf, like wheels
in human conflict.
Trying to learn the democracy
of honeybees, like the
cohesiveness of fireants,
Handcuffed, staying in
solitary confinement, hitting at
the walls. Chipping away
the ungrateful.
The triage will leave me
unattended. The road...
do you think, it will be visible?
The stars will listen,
night will not.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2020
Death Mask
It was not the worth
of a cloud,
your garden, sitting
on the lake.
Refresh drops, in the
dry eyes of the rope, which was
wounding around your neck
like a snake.
You want to become
a blue god now, on
opioids. A living ruin, attracting
the tourists.
The terrible change,
we are dragging our dead body
under the shadow of
the toes.
Satish Verma, 16 june 2020
Not You, Not Me
You tell me in no
ambiguity to hold on the solitude.
Life was overrating the return
of a prodigal saint.
In wet distance
would you plant the seeds
of spiritual lockup?
Was it not two timing?
Riding on the waves
and starting roots music?
Shot in the back
of head, you wanted to die quickly
being sincere towards life.
Self-abandonment,
it were you, which was, for
what it was not.
I am counting the tongues
of flames, licking
the acid burned virtues.
steve, 15 june 2020
"No Guarantees"
It hurts too much to see you, I have to back away...
When you're here, I can't pretend, that everything's ok,
The clock hands just stop moving.. when lonely's how you feel...
Your moving in slow motion.. as though time was standing still...
The night is long and empty.. as you're waiting for a call...
But it soon becomes transparant.. like the shadows on the wall,
Minutes turned to hours.. and the hours drift away...
As darkness finally yields itself.. to the light it kept at bey,
You could play me like a fiddle.. you could break this heart in two...
You could look into these eyes.. and see my love for you,
For love is knowing some things.. are neither wrong nor right...
And what we see through different eyes.. won't be just black and white,
You could say the things you mean.. and mean the things you say...
You could give to me my heart's desire.. and then just walk away,
But love is not a fairy tale.. and it gives "no guarantees"...
And "happy ever after"... is something few will see,
So I'm taking back my heart, while I'm still in control...
It's not something that you earned, it's something that you stole.
steve, 15 june 2020
Blue
If you ever wonder why my heart is always blue...
It's not hard to find the answer, because I'm in love with you,
I know that your afraid, to be where I now stand...
To tear down all the walls you've built, and give to me your hand,
To lay your heart out on the line, to bare your soul to me...
To trust me in that guarded space, that only love should be,
I'd never want to hurt you or cause you any pain...
I'd keep your heart right next to mine, and shield you from the rain,
I'll show you love you've never known, and hold your heart above...
And there will be no doubt at all, to weather I do love,
For all the joys that love would bring, together we would share...
To say goodbye to lonely night, and know I'll always care,
If these words were not my own, but words you said to me...
My heart would never cry again, and blue would never be.
Satish Verma, 15 june 2020
Transcending
I like to rage on with
flying snakes. The fog deepens.
You skid on the ice of the bridge
after the freezing rain. Infidelity
becomes the pick of the day. I
look at my Goldie, the pug,
sitting on the step. Waiting for me
like a meditating Buddha, eyes
half-closed.
Let me see your hands. Your
bones are becoming frail, twisted.
You cannot lift the book, hold
the pen. When you write, your hands
start trembling, as if you are
being watched, to write your last
will or ready to jump in the river.
Life had been very cruel.
When you said, you are a dervish,
the hyenas started laughing.
Satish Verma, 14 june 2020
The Road
He has been spoken off.
Sometimes I feel,
it is time to go.
Sun is preparing to depart.
After sometime moon will arrive.
You want to stop writing
and shut the book. Enough.
All things said, world will go on its way.
You change the clothes,
alter the sex,
exchange the god,
and refuse to die.
Nothing, but the dirty game survives.
Satish Verma, 13 june 2020
Unblemished
Awakened
at the partition.
Left bleeding, the spider silk
had started weaving
the web.
I am trying to understand,
the sign language,
your tears.
You have to become
transparent.I have not
crossed the river yet.
Words not weapons
were needed to heal after
the cannibalism.
This world will
spare us in night.
Trajectory of moon
was changed.
Satish Verma, 12 june 2020
Quietness
Cupping the water in hand,
you feel the nativity-
near the mute swans.
The silence of a bird, explodes
before it flies.
The hands flutter in excitement.
You take a cipher to
measure the infinity. Figures
become drones. One of the
suspect throws a bomb.
The quietness of sea, when
you start drinking the mist.
I will discover the beauty of death.
The words will reach,
when you would not listen.
Satish Verma, 11 june 2020
Punctuality
The cult moves in
circle. Stargazing
starts. You lie buried in
wet retreat. Eyes protruding
The veil sends a sweet death.
The death. Only you would
know, what was the conversation
between the repentant
and priest.
Superfluous. To beautify
the grimace. The lips-
always cheat.
A black cloud devours the moon.
Satish Verma, 10 june 2020
The Acid Test
When you stand still
in unbearable agony, the unquiet
dark starts settling
around me.
Why this crisscrossing of
ill-bred beliefs and credences?
Hacking of the circinate thoughts?
After the rolled up,
tip of pain lies in the center.
The dead leaves,
noises of the past-are gathering up
with ugly exhibits.
As origami, you fold it
and put it back
in ice box.There was no need
to decorate the death's crown.
Eyes half-shut
will not see the moon rise.
Satish Verma, 9 june 2020
Star-Struck
Sitting in the sun
preparing the relic, for
future visitation.
The geranium bleeds
for the god particle, which
always eludes
the man.
A tiger would sleep
in my bed, jettisoning
the fish of your eyes.
The glass eye breaks,
enters the tomb of the orb
sheltering the darkness.
There was no clear answer-
from the mask, as if why
the tryst with stars failed.
Satish Verma, 7 june 2020
Stopping The Moonlight
Call me avenger,
after the punch line had-
damaged the hidden ghost.
I want you to
let me go now after the sunset.
My odyssey has not ended.
You are not
what you were, once
upon a time.
The seven colors
are wearing the dark dresses.
Trading has become the hallmark
of light.Let me write my name
without alphabets.
The echoes come back
to pick the mundane sounds.
The celestial music will not be played again.
Satish Verma, 6 june 2020
Something New
Would you live without your
shell, one day? A chasm
was growing between us. I
was feeling very aloof.
Intruding on your private
grief, sometimes I will
see the blue veins ascending
the marbeled thighs.
Beehive and death, sets
us apart. Beyond the age
a sun sinks in crimson glory.
To bring peace on the spikes of grass.
The dreams were disappearing.
The house sits knee deep
in thoughts. I will be collecting the
knobs fallen from the doors.
Satish Verma, 5 june 2020
A Banquet Table
Performing to a script
you divide me like a fish.
From dirt a face rises.
One flew over the sea
to count the red islands
where the rocks hanged the dry skulls.
Why did you kill the panthers
by feeding them the toxic menu?
Sugar was never my cup.
It was not the question
of bread and butter:
we were talking of clean air.
The ashes will rule now.
Satish Verma, 4 june 2020
Great Expectations
Celebrating the death.
Neither physical, nor nostalgic-
I adore the finish,
in place of wages.
Not cerebral.It was
my pledge to remain a husk
after the carnage.
In manthanal I will preserve
the memories of hairless moon-
my nomadic friend.
Like a woodpecker to mark my
territory, I want to stay
alone in my grief.
March and dahlias.Sometimes
I stand before them and,
talk about ephemerality of the beauty.
When would you come
to say goodbye?
RENATA, 2 june 2020
nierzeczywistość
nie wiem nie wiem kim jestem
kim byłem dokąd podążam
a ty możesz kierować
zasupłany w swoje słowa
pełna głowa pełen język
więzy więzy
palce wciąż piszą piszą
każdą czynność
nic nie jest niewinne
a najgorszy strach
wmówiłaś mi że
jestem mordercą
więc zabiłem
RENATA, 2 june 2020
-Rzeźnik
Renata ---Rzeźnik na pdst Rzeznika M.Czornyj-2-06-2020
obłąkana natura potwora
zabija robi przetwory
w tych bigosach jest moc wielka
już na targu robi się kolejka
widziały jego oczy
dużo wojennej przemocy
serce zamknięte w butelce
rozum stuka się w czoło
gdzież tyle mięsa marnować
jakiś czas ma spokój
pracuje choć z jedną nogą
namiętnie chodzi do kina
chłopców nagania mu słynna bileterka
nie wiedziała że sama skończy w walizce
pociągu relacji Szczecin-Katowice
tylko dlatego że tak bardzo chciała być z nim
zrobiła się nachalna zwłaszcza po kilku głębszych
demony w głowie robią dziury
szczątki wnętrzności siekierą
młotkiem na dół do góry
Irena ostatnia była w jego zbiorach
z jajecznicą dobrze smakowała
jej głowa w rzęsach jeziora tonie
Rzeźnik zawisł na klamce
u piekła bramy
bez łaski
Satish Verma, 2 june 2020
Post Valentine
After the full moon
I will collect roses
from your ashes.
The essay will not-
be written, about,
how did I love you.
The silent shriek
was left alone
in the valley.
Latest comments:
18 july 2025
Jaga
Stare zdejmujemy, nowych nie zamawiamy.
18 july 2025
Słońce czyni cuda w włoskami ;))
18 july 2025
Dziękuję :)
18 july 2025
Niejeden taki.
18 july 2025
Weronika
Barszczem.
17 july 2025
sam53
przychodzi codziennie... bez zaproszenia... pcha
16 july 2025
Właśnie na kręgosłup, to najpopularniejszy
16 july 2025
jeśli tylko
Może zależy pod schorzenia. Na kręgosłup
16 july 2025
między czwartą a piątą.. ;)
16 july 2025
To zależy od województwa. Wcześniej u nas,
16 july 2025
na przydział, bo bo wniosek o sanatorium złożony
16 july 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
męskie są?
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